Returning to the dormitory, pushing open the door, a familiar smell of braised beef noodles mixed with the sour and refreshing scent of aged athletic shoes rushed to the face, almost smoking Lin Feng into a somersault.
The scene in the dormitory was simply a war-torn frontline command center. Especially at Cheng Yu's spot, the sound of keyboard tapping was as dense as sending a telegram, and the frequency was extremely violent, ever since miserably discovering a few days ago that he was merely a small fish fry in the vast fish pond of that goddess he admired, and moreover was that kind of "spare tire crucian carp" used only to make up the numbers, this once gentle licking dog had thoroughly blackened.
"Top laner, do you know how to play?! If you can't play, roll away to go AFK! Practicing heroes in this division, does your family know?"
"Jungler, was your jungle area hit by nuclear radiation? Why must you live inside and not come out? The grass bushes are almost stepped bald by you!"
Cheng Yu outputted frantically into the microphone, eyes completely red, hair messy like a chicken coop, his whole person radiating a hostile energy of "if gods block, kill gods; if Buddhas block, kill Buddhas."
Sitting beside Cheng Yu, the other roommate Old Zhang, was currently shrinking in his chair as if walking on thin ice, shivering while operating the Support: "Brother Yu... um, calm down a bit, this match can be won..."
"Win a fart! Is this Marksman last-hitting minions with his feet?" Cheng Yu roared.
Lin Feng sighed, walked over, and patted Cheng Yu's shoulder: "Cheng Yu, that's about enough. You've been playing for three days straight, right? Don't you want your body anymore? If that girl plants green on your head, ignore it. There is no need to abuse yourself."
Cheng Yu did not turn his head, his fingers typing out afterimages on the keyboard, voice hoarse but firm: "Brother Feng, you don't understand. Before, I thought love was the entirety of life; now I understand, women will only affect the speed of my minion farming."
Lin Feng leaned over to take a glance at the screen, and was immediately somewhat surprised: "Huo, Diamond II? This fierce?"
Remembered this kid was still struggling bitterly in the Gold rank before the heartbreak, losing points every day for the sake of carrying a girl, humble like a play companion. Now it's good, with no woman in his heart, drawing the blade naturally makes him a god. In just a few short days, he actually jumped two major ranks in a row.
"More than just Diamond II," Old Zhang beside him took off his headphones, looking at Cheng Yu with a face full of awe, "Brother Yu is now a slaughtering machine. In that headwind match just now, he insisted on chasing five people on the opposing side to chop them alone. Brother Feng, maybe this is the legendary 'sacrificing love to obtain power'."
Lin Feng shook his head, attempting to persuade one last sentence: "Then you also have to eat, this table full of instant noodle buckets..."
"Don't mind me!" Cheng Yu shouted loudly, "I want to rush to Master tier before this season ends! Only in Summoner's Rift will effort yield returns! Unlike that woman..."
Seeing this scene, Lin Feng knew this child could not be persuaded back for the time being. He silently retreated to his own territory, climbed onto the bed bunk, pulled the curtains, and isolated that world full of hostile energy outside.
How is this playing a game? This is clearly burning life. Continuing with this posture, Cheng Yu is not far from the complete form of an "internet-addicted youth."
He climbed onto his own bunk, pulled the curtain, and was just preparing to replay the bizarre encounter at the Livehouse today, when a crisp notification sound suddenly rang out in his mind.
[Ding! Detected that the Host inadvertently triggered the "Aura Suppression" effect today, successfully attracting the attention of the Livehouse circle layer.]
[Triggered Temporary Mission: This Non-Mainstream Style Is the True Mainstream!]
[Mission Description: In tomorrow's formal performance, use an extremely high level of the "Dao of Posturing" to thoroughly conquer that group of self-righteous non-mainstream musicians and audience members on site, establishing the Host's status as the "Underground King of Posturing".]
[Mission Reward: One spin of the Lucky Wheel (Special Welfare Version).]
[Remark: This lottery eliminates "Thank You for Patronage" as well as "Happy Water (Bronze)" options, guaranteed drop of "Bronze Grade" or above items.]
Lin Feng looked at that remark, his whole person was stunned.
He read it repeatedly three times, even suspecting if his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Eliminate "Thank You for Patronage"? Eliminate "Happy Water"? Guaranteed Bronze Grade or above?
Is this that Grandet system that wished he would get stuck between his teeth even when drinking cold water, and gave a newbie gift pack containing only a broken lock?
"System," Lin Feng asked tentatively in his mind, "Are you... okay?"
The system had no reaction.
"Did the original administrator die from overwork?" Lin Feng asked with concern, "Or is it because of poor operation, the system backend was outsourced to a conscientious developer? Is the current administrator a new intern?"
The more Lin Feng thought, the more he felt it was possible. After all, the previous system, that stingy face was simply hair-raising.
"New brother, listen to brother's advice." Lin Feng said to the void in his mind with heavy words and a long heart, "This is too precious. We are neither kin nor old friends. You doing this big welfare giveaway, although I feel very cool, you must be careful. In case the Main God or high-level management above you investigates, saying you abused power and engaged in private giving, and formats you, what to do? Let us keep the stream flowing long, absolutely don't put yourself in for the sake of performance metrics. Look, how about this, let's still go by the old rules, add a 'Thank You for Patronage' in there?"
Lin Feng was truly a bit worried.
This is just like buying a lottery ticket, and the boss suddenly tears up all the empty prizes, telling you the worst in this box is five million. This kind of "pie falling from the sky" matter made him, a person accustomed to "bitter cultivation," feel a burst of strong unease.
[System: ...]
Inside the mind, there were only six extremely speechless dots, as if trying hard to restrain the impulse to give the Host a shock.
[Ding! Since the Host insists on principles so much, this system can consider withdrawing this welfare and restoring the 'Thank You for Patronage' option—]
"Don't don't don't!" Lin Feng changed his face in one second and immediately shouted, "I was just being polite! Do you understand traditional Chinese virtues? I just declined slightly, how did you take it seriously? Hurry up, I accept this mission! Whoever withdraws is a puppy!"
Lin Feng was terrified the system would really go back on its word, and hurriedly clicked confirm on the mission in his mind. Afterward, he asked somewhat curiously: "But seriously, why suddenly so generous? Do you also feel I am too miserable?"
[Ding! Please do not flatter yourself.]
The system's mechanical voice explained coldly:
[Ding! This system's operating logic is rigorous, there is no administrator replacement.]
[After precise calculation by this system, given the Host is about to perform on the same stage as Ren Yichen, the risk of mental pollution is extremely high, and the need to maintain the "posturing" persona in an extremely awkward environment, the mission difficulty coefficient is judged to be S-Class, hence the reward specifications are upgraded. Please do not sell obedient while getting a bargain.]
Lin Feng: "..."
So it turns out it feels that performing on the same stage with that Shamate Ren Yichen belongs to the category of "work-related injury," so it is giving some compensation money.
Then it's fine.
This is very reasonable, and I even want to cry a little.